I realised something today. You’ll always be the one leaving too fast, too soon. I’ll always be the one left behind. You’ll want the adventure, the rugged mountains will call you, the swift streams with crystal water will soothe your wanderlust.

But I’ll wait for you. I’ll be there in the old comfy sofa in the corner of my room. The same room in which you promised me that you’d never leave me alone. The same room you walked away from because your spirit couldn’t be bound.

He was a shipwreck. Thunder and lightning flashing over stormy angry grey clouds. Cerulean blue waves crashing on rocky cliffs with full force. He was the result of all hell breaking loose, deafening roars, pandemonium. He was the bomb blasts in war zones, blood stains on T-shirts. The ear-splitting sound of Night screaming at Day for not letting him stay with his lover- that was him. He was chaos, the chasm in souls, the breaks in hearts. He used to make everything uncertain, restless. Just like the ocean. Forever chaotic.